Preparing For The Dinner
The day of the dinner arrived quicker than expected, my nerves dancing like electricity under my skin.
I kept busy in the kitchen, chopping and stirring, hoping the meal would be the unifying balm to heal us.
‘How hard can it be to have a peaceful dinner?’ I muttered, glancing at the clock and forcing positivity into the atmosphere.
Everything had to be perfect, or at least functional enough to keep the peace.